The Ultimate, Organic Team Piece

Tracy Soren and I are sitting on gchat right now, sweating out the last moments of a two month ordeal to get the first Intangfible Anthology. “Static” published. We have now been deeply at work for 11 of the past 36 hours. This book has become a second (unpaid) job for both of us. (well, for tracy its a first job. HA). We are literally delirious. On the verge of tears, finger blisters and psychosis. I know every word to poems i never expected to have to read 899 times. I have done more work in the last 30 days for my collective than ive done in the past year, and thats coming from someone who fucking busts his goddamn ass. When this book is in my hand (FUCKING THURSDAY), tracy and i are going to buy a bottle of champagne from the bartender in Herkimer and we are going to drink it all to ourselves. What a goddamn struggle this has been….Personally, emotionally, physically….I have never in my creative life, been prouder of anything. For the first time i feel like i couldnt have possibly worked harder. And while it feels goooood. It also feels like SOMEONE BETTER BUY US A FUCKING DRINK buck buck…static and other lungless things on sale tommorrow morning. intangibles….

when you get published:

open three beers

light two ciggarettes

have your boy send you lil wayne videos

dance in your desk chair

and go.the.fuck.innnnn

INTANGIBLES BABY. IN-FUCK-IN-FUCK-TANG-FUCK-I-FUCK-BLES…..